heads or tails

Head or Tails

Each nickeled coin

recalls you

Young drakes

dunk, dive

chase

in predawn sport

Every silvered blade

conjures a pretty bird

Me, I’m brown and mottled   

dabbled in disguise

I secret the reeds

narrow my bore

How well I know

where this all leads

So, sinking the breadth

I snap my muzzled head 
to a puddled trail

Why not

Be in the sloppy

now--no matter how
wet          it is  
better

better than this

Still         you 
surface

in my wake

Always

sorrowed

predated

Thirsty

beyond belief